Terra had stayed towards the back; her talents in magic both healing and destructive were better where she wouldn’t be in the line of fire. It hadn’t taken her long to realize that something was wrong when the rift opened. Sephiroth hadn’t returned on time and the proud SOLDIER was rarely late. Like the others she joined the fight.
She kept her mind on the battle as the strange figures began to bleed through the rift however a sense of dread settled in her stomach as each passing second lingered into hours.
She had been healing those who’ve fallen back when it seemed that the battle was finally reaching its end; her thin frame tired and bloody as she worked. A long gash trailed from her shoulder down towards the center of her back as if to mark the battle across her flawless skin. It stung but she’d live and so she kept her focus on those who might not without her help. The coppery scent of blood was everywhere and the smell turned Terra’s stomach as she made her way inside of the lab. She was weak and she didn’t know how helpful her magic might be in this state but that didn’t mean she wasn’t willing to try.
When she stepped in she heard people shouting and in an instant she felt her blood run cold. Every weary muscle was frozen and stiff as she forced herself forward.
If there were still enemies crawling through the rift Terra took no notice of them. She saw the desk first, glass shattered across the floor, thin wisps of silver hair and all around that was a sea of blood. As a healer she knew it might be too late. They might be able to close the wound but his body wouldn’t be able to recover from the blood loss. It was okay though. He’d turn into crystal just like before, just as others had in the past. It was okay.
Then Terra saw them, her feet stopped moving and her expression was one that betrayed the hopeless feeling falling in the pit of her stomach. The only place she saw death like this was in her dreams. Her voice was stuck in her throat and she stood perfectly still seeing both Sephiroth and Ace lying on the ground.
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She kept her mind on the battle as the strange figures began to bleed through the rift however a sense of dread settled in her stomach as each passing second lingered into hours.
She had been healing those who’ve fallen back when it seemed that the battle was finally reaching its end; her thin frame tired and bloody as she worked. A long gash trailed from her shoulder down towards the center of her back as if to mark the battle across her flawless skin. It stung but she’d live and so she kept her focus on those who might not without her help. The coppery scent of blood was everywhere and the smell turned Terra’s stomach as she made her way inside of the lab. She was weak and she didn’t know how helpful her magic might be in this state but that didn’t mean she wasn’t willing to try.
When she stepped in she heard people shouting and in an instant she felt her blood run cold. Every weary muscle was frozen and stiff as she forced herself forward.
If there were still enemies crawling through the rift Terra took no notice of them. She saw the desk first, glass shattered across the floor, thin wisps of silver hair and all around that was a sea of blood. As a healer she knew it might be too late. They might be able to close the wound but his body wouldn’t be able to recover from the blood loss. It was okay though. He’d turn into crystal just like before, just as others had in the past. It was okay.
Then Terra saw them, her feet stopped moving and her expression was one that betrayed the hopeless feeling falling in the pit of her stomach. The only place she saw death like this was in her dreams. Her voice was stuck in her throat and she stood perfectly still seeing both Sephiroth and Ace lying on the ground.